Come gather 'round me, children Here's a story I wanna tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee On a Saturday afternoon With his wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode

A deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of anger And his wife she overheard

Pretty Boy had a log chain And the deputy had a gun And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better He took to the trees and the timber And he lived a life of shame And every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name

He took to the trees and the timber And get on the river shore But the outlaw found a welcome At a-many farmer's door

As a story of a stranger who came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin He left a thousand-dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City On an early Christmas Day With a car load full of groceries And a little note that say

"Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Well here's a Christmas dinner For your??? on relief"

As through this world I've travelled And as through this world I roam And I've never see an outlaw To run a family from their home

As through this world I've travelled I've seen lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun And others a fountain pen

Come gather 'round me, children Here's a story I wanna tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well